Wandering Gods of Day and Night-Chapter 405 - 224 Mother of Hundred Demons

East Market Street was always covered by a Fengshui Array, making the air feel somewhat murky. The people on the street typically didn’t pay much attention; they believed that, being the funeral street, excessive burning of paper offerings had caused the haze.

Now that the Fengshui Array had paused, the street revealed its true appearance.

Zhou Xuan first glanced toward Sister Cui’s shop and sensed a definite change inside. He faintly saw black aura wafting up from the shop’s roof tiles.

"Sister Cui, you’ve been a great help."

After murmuring his thanks, Zhou Xuan closed his eyes and fully unleashed his perception. Within the Divine Revelation Secret Realm, the four roaming human brains resonated together, emitting a whistling sound.

The whistling harmonized with Zhou Xuan’s heightened perception, amplifying his already formidable sensory capacity severalfold.

"Night Travel!"

A massive, indistinct figure emerged from within Zhou Xuan’s body, spreading like a cloud as it wandered through the sky above East Market Street.

...

With the Fengshui Array on East Market Street halted, the Zhou Family’s Jingyi Shop captured the presence of Fox Demon Qi, its internal compass and magnetic needle slowly turning.

Overindulged in drink, Zhao Wuya, suddenly acting as if nothing was amiss, shoved off the quilt covering him and stood up.

Feeling triumphant, he let out a loud laugh: "Haha! You invited me to drink, truly harboring sinister motives! I, the cunning wolf, feigned sleep to lure my prey!"

After a smug glance at Yun Ziliang nearby, Zhao Wuya snorted in self-satisfaction and strode toward his compass.

Just as he was about to reach it, his legs gave way and, with a thud, he collapsed onto the ground, snoring deeply.

The aptly-named "Knockout Mule" certainly lived up to its reputation—the alcohol was undeniably potent.

Relieved, Yun Ziliang quickly picked up the quilt, carried Zhao Wuya to a lounge chair in the main hall, covered him up again, and chuckled: "The cunning wolf feigns sleep and promptly falls unconscious..."

...

Zhou Xuan’s Divine Soul swiftly roamed through East Market Street, keenly detecting the aura of neighbors and passersby.

At Penglai Inn, second floor, the first room on the left, he saw two travelers dressed in suits.

One of them had an ashen complexion, but his features were indistinct; on his face, a "white cloud tattoo" drifted.

The other was fiddling with a Bone Needle in his hand.

The Tattoo Evil Ghost employs the Bone Needle as its tool for tattoo work.

Upon spotting the pair, Zhou Xuan did not immediately notify Xia Jin of their location.

Having finally calmed the Fengshui Array on East Market Street, Zhou Xuan intended to use Night Travel to scrutinize everyone on the street, clearing out potential threats and safeguarding his territory.

To Zhou Xuan, East Market Street was his core territory; within his resting grounds, would he allow schemers to lay in comfort?

Zhou Xuan continued his Night Travel.

Through the divine roaming of his soul, Night Travel spanned thousands of miles. Combined with careful investigation, Zhou Xuan had, in mere minutes, thoroughly examined everyone’s background in East Market Street.

"There are altogether four Tattoo Evil Ghosts."

At the Big Four Happiness Mahjong Parlor, Zhou Xuan sensed from a young man in a green robe that his body harbored two Divine Souls.

The tattoos of the Ancient Tattoo Clan involve nurturing Evil Ghosts within one’s own body.

In the boiling water room at the eastern end, Zhou Xuan detected the same aura—a customer carrying two souls within.

Apart from these four Evil Ghosts, Zhou Xuan also discovered four shops emitting the same black aura as Sister Cui’s.

"East Market Street doesn’t have just one spirit monster, like Sister Cui."

Zhou Xuan was tasked with clearing away schemers; as for these other spirit monsters, were they "fellow kin" to Sister Cui?

He wandered into Sister Cui’s shop and asked, "Sister Cui, how many companions from your journey are with you?"

By now, Sister Cui had already closed up her shop. Sitting in her hall, waiting for the Fengshui Array to reactivate, she suddenly heard Zhou Xuan’s voice beside her, unsure of what was happening.

Still, she responded honestly: "Brother Zhou, four."

This aligned with Zhou Xuan’s hypothesis—the four spirit monsters in question were indeed Sister Cui’s "fellow kin," and thus their lives would be spared.

"Sister Cui, many thanks for today."

After expressing his gratitude, Zhou Xuan roamed toward Xia Jin.

Since 8 o’clock, Xia Jin had been standing by with Feathered Arrows suspended, holding his Wild Bull Bow in hand.

"Divine Travel, Penglai Inn, first room on the left, second floor—two Tattoo Evil Ghosts,"

"The guest in the boiling water room in a black suit and the Green Robed Guest in the Big Four Happiness Mahjong Parlor—they’re also among them. Altogether four Tattoo Evil Ghosts."

"It’s Divine Travel?"

Recognizing Zhou Xuan’s technique, Xia Jin was momentarily taken aback. Having hidden in East Market Street for several days, he was well-aware of Zhou Xuan’s impressive methods and extraordinary perception, but hadn’t anticipated that it would reach the realm of "Divine Travel."

However, he quickly set aside his astonishment. As an archer, he had to purge all distractions.

He grabbed an arrow and used its arrowhead to prick his brow, letting the blood dye its tip.

Xia Jin drew his bow.

The blood-tipped arrow streaked through the air, heading toward the sky above Penglai Inn, where it suddenly halted.

For an archer, eyesight was everything; if he saw, he could release; if he couldn’t, the arrow lost its target.

The suspended arrowhead served as Xia Jin’s eye.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Xia Jin fired two more blood arrows, stopping them above the Mahjong Parlor and boiling water room respectively.

Three arrows represented Xia Jin’s three "eyes."

He closed his eyes, spiritually connecting his consciousness with the blood on the three arrows. Their forms and figures—the four Tattoo Evil Ghosts—became visible to him.

"Thousand-mile Divine Arrow."

With the targets’ auras locked in, Xia Jin rapidly prepared and unleashed consecutive shots, employing the technique called "Thousand-mile Divine Arrow," honed to last seven incense sticks.

Four Feathered Arrows fired in rapid succession with hardly any intervals.

The first two arrows, screaming through the air with tremendous force, pierced the walls of the inn, killing the two Tattoo Evil Ghosts inside.

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